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Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

On a barren plain Where food and joy are sparse The desolate packs wander Watching slow time pass Here The grey wolves grieveWith rose stained eyes Patrolling their border wide Preserving what is left Of what they hold inside It’s why The grey wolves grieveThey gaze across the delta To far off distant times Where game and ease were plenty Than in these austere climes And so The grey wolves grieveDisgusted by the carnage Where the red fox roams On guard for rebel spirits Keeping safe their homes Where The grey wolves grieveYet what they seek in earnest Deep within their hearts They know is far beyond them Beyond their stilted arts Endless The grey wolves grieveThe packs struggle onwards Huddled in their gloom Their hearts so full of anguish For hope there is no room In this land Where the grey wolves grievewww.scottandrewbailey.uk